König Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)
• Konig is so nervous around you, even after you two have an established relationship he can’t help but feel shy and bashful when you say sweet things to him
• Since he has a lot of social anxiety, PDA is nearly impossible for him- not that he doesn’t want to, but because it would make him explode. He would never be ashamed of knowing you two were together, he doesn’t want to make you feel like a secret. So he will opt for hand holding (more like you holding two of his fingers cause that man is a GIANT)
• Speaking of the height, no matter if you’re 5’0 or 6’4 you will always be so small to him. His favorite pet name to call you is maus (mouse). Any other pet name he has for you always starts with ‘little’. So “little angel”, “little doll”, “little baby”, or “little lover” if he’s feeling extra romantic. And when he puts “my” in front of it? It’s like a fountain down there.
“Konig!” You yelled excitedly, running down the corridor. It had been weeks since you last saw him after he went on a mission. Even when he was in full gear and mask, you thought he was the most handsome. “Maus!” He exhaled excitedly, a sigh of relief washed over him. The tall man quickly picked you up, resting his head on you as his shoulders finally relaxed, his whole body felt like it was about to uncoil. “I missed you so much Konig.” You whispered, gently kissing his head (helmet really). “I missed you too mein kleiner Engel.” (My little angel)
• So this man is like, what? 6’7-6’10? An absolute mountain of a man. Everyone knows he’s already an absolute sweetheart, but when you guys are cuddling? Tooth rotting sweetness. His favorite position is to just lay on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and just listening to your heart as you gently play with his hair or rub his shoulders. If you want to be the little spoon? You will be practically cocooned in his arms. You want to be the big spoon? Internally he’d find it funny, but really when he feels your warmth on his back and your arms around him, he’s never felt safer, or so loved.
• His drive and motivation is always to make you feel as loved and safe and you do to him. He wants to keep you safe, he wants to make you feel so loved that there’s never a day where you doubt his love and loyalty to you. He cherishes every laugh and smile he shares with you. He wishes he could take a photo with you on missions and put it on his gun like they did during WWI and WWII- but he knows that would put you in danger. So instead he daydreams when he can, wishing you were in his arms safe and sound.
• Technically if we want to give him a label, he’s a switch. Really he just wants to please you. Your pleasure is what gets him off. If you want to dominate and use him? Baby he’s already begging. If you want him to manhandle and fuck you stupid? His hand is already around your throat. No matter what it is (within reason) he just wants to see you enjoy yourself. Knowing that he is the reason you’re coming undone and feeling good already makes him horny beyond belief.
• He was a virgin when you two met, so when he was finally ready to lose his virginity to you, he was a stuttering and bashful mess.
“M-My…My love?” He asked, looking up with worry in his eyes. You were currently straddling his waist, both of you only in your undergarments. Your hands were on his shoulders as you gently rocked your hips over his hard on. “Yes?” You asked lowly, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the nose. “Will I fit? N-Not that I think you can’t! Scheiße..I just..I don’t want to hurt you.” He was giving you puppy dog eyes. And honestly it was the cutest thing, you’d already given him a blowjob before, he’s seen and eaten you between your legs, but he was still afraid of not making you feel good. You appreciated it too, after all he was insanely huge, and everything was proportional. Everything. So his worry wasn’t too out of the question. “My poor baby,” you cooed, brushing your hand on his cheek; immediately taking your panties to the side, also sliding his boxers down after and rubbed your bare and wet lower half on his hard on. König let out a deep and guttural moan, leaning his head back slightly, already losing his mind. “You..mein gott..doll you feel..you feel so good- gott oh mein gott you’re so pretty. Need you, need you bad please baby. Feels so good..oh yes so so good.”
• He’s still just as whiny and begs just as much when he bottoms, always getting drunk on pleasure, and he will ramble about how pretty you are, how good you feel etc. unless you gag him. For as socially anxious as he is, he is quite the talker in bed.
• When König is the one in charge that night, first he will always ask you if there’s anything you want to avoid, anywhere he should not touch or anything he should avoid saying. He is quite literally at your command. He’ll go over the safe word a lot before getting into it. Personally, he loves the size difference between you too- especially when he’s in charge. Handling you like a ragdoll, moving you around how he pleases and pounding you to his heart’s desire is a personal guilty pleasure of his. He always starts off on the more gentle side, but if you tell him to be rough; trust he will be.
“Oh little maus, where do you think you’re going?” König asks, grabbing you behind the knee and dragging you back to him. You already came twice that night and you were starting to lose it. A harsh slap on your ass was delivered, followed by a hand tightly gripping your hair in a makeshift bun. His other hand with a vice like grip on your hip; face down ass up, just how he likes it. The tall man then resumed his assault on your body, fucking into your hole like he hated you. But the love bites all over your body said otherwise, some were light and looked like they were made with tender care; others like the few on your neck and chest were already turning red and purple, clear indents of teeth marked up all over. Quickly both of his hands were on either side of your face, his body leaning down and felt like he was going to crush you. The problem was though, you couldn’t see. The entire session you brought up the idea of a blindfold, and König is here to deliver. “Are you losing your mind yet, little maus? Can you speak for me?” He teased, his thrusts becoming slower but a lot harder. “Ah…Ah..m-more..” you moaned out softly. “Please..oh fuck..please more.” You felt both hands leave your face, now planted on your hips. “As you wish mein kleines Luder” (my little minx)
• Right after you guys are done though he smothers you in kisses and asks with a huge blush on his face, “did I make you feel good, doll? D-Did I…did I do good..too?” He just wants to be whatever you need, and he wants to be the reason you’re so sweaty and sore, because he loves you, and he wants you to feel loved too.
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